Poem 139: Skipping Class

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Skipping Class



cherry Juul juice in the bathroom ,

cloud my vision . . .

i'll wrap my hand around your neck

and let the vapor slip past your
lips ,

pink fumes in the blue light ,

inebriated . . .

you'd be shocked at how fast

i can make myself
another one of your

dangerous habits .



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